Well, it's bitter cold here in Maine but too cold to snow. Seven Degrees.
Lunch was at the Tuscan Bistro. I had the Eggplant Parm sandwich with spinach leaves. Potato chips. Red wine....I got a piece of chocolate cake to take home....gigantic. Daughter was still vacuuming the family room (the ceiling). So I asked her to do the wood floor in my bedroom- there was dust under the bed...
I washed a cashmere sweater in the sink with Dawn,.....it had white something or other spots on it... I am hoping the Dawn removed whatever it was. Possibly food I dropped on myself that got moldy.... I'd like to have a third sweater to wear around the house and places I go where I do NOT remove my coat.
Daughter and I just had some of the chocolate cake I got at lunch.. very deep and dark. Now I need some water. Some of my 8 ounces every 3 hours. Daughter admired one of the last of the hand sewn square with borders...she said it looked "artistic".........I know what additions she was referring to (without asking) and I might just add some of "the same" to the others. It was the only item on that one that is NOT on the others.
I am thinking about starting a new book titled "Some Like It Cold". Which is right on for the weather.
That it for now-
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